I HIDE myself within my flower That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting, wear me too - And angels know the rest. I hide myself within my flower, That, fading from your vase, You, unsuspecting, feel for me Almost a loneliness.
in this short life that only lasts ah hour how much-how little-is within our power.
How frugal is the chariot that bears a human soul.
A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King.
Just a turn of the doorknob, and there lies freedom.
Love is everything. And that's all we know about it.